Tuesday, August 1, 2017

August Treat: Ken Charles presents "BILLY AND MISSY"

Billy awoke to the sensation of warmth.
Missy had a bowl of warm water and two washcloths, one wet and soapy, the other
still dry. She carefully washed his cock then rinsed it, and gently patted him
dry. She smiled when he opened his eyes.

The blinds were lowered, but the room was
plenty bright. Billy groaned. “It can't be morning yet.”

Billy met Missy on a late night sex chat
phone line. They had talked half a dozen times in the past couple of weeks.
Usually, they'd skipped any small talk, and go straight to phone sex.

This week was different. They actually
started talking to each other, rather than at each other. Missy had complained
and moaned for several days that her aura was dark and cloudy. Although he had
no clue what she was talking about, he recommended several times that she try
to change it. Missy preferred to grouse. By the third day, his recommendations
turned to warnings. On their fourth call in as many nights, Billy threatened to
adjust her aura with the back side of her favorite wooden hairbrush.

The line went silent for the better part
of a minute. Billy thought she hung up, and was about to do the same, when a
tiny voice replied, “That's exactly what it needs.”

It was already after 1:00 a.m., but they
agreed to meet at a twenty-four hour diner. Although he was better than ninety
percent certain that she wouldn't show up, he used the restroom, brushed his
teeth for the second time in an hour, dressed, and drove off to meet her. To
his surprise, she was waiting for him when he arrived. To his greater surprise
and pleasure, she invited him home after they finished their coffee.

***

Missy stood in front of Billy, her hands
clasped behind her head. He tapped the palm of his hand with the oval wooden
brush. He noted, with appreciation, her well-filled, plain white blouse.

“Do you know why you're here, young lady?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Your behavior has been unacceptable. It
is going to change, starting right now. Do you understand?”

Missy whispered, “Yes, sir.”

Billy nodded, and forced himself not to
smile. Her nipples were clearly outlined beneath the blouse. She wasn't wearing
a bra. He set the brush down on the night
stand between his chair and the bed.
“All right then. Let's get started. Over my knee.”

Missy placed herself face down over his
knee as instructed. This time Billy allowed himself a smile. She was as
impressive from the back as she was from the front. He ran his hand over the
tight seat of pants. “You've had this coming for a while, girl.” He raised his
hand, then gave her bottom a sharp smack. Without giving her time to react, he
raised his hand and gave her a second firm swat. This time he paused to gauge
her reaction. Satisfied that she was serious, he continued. Left, smack. Right,
whack. Center, smack. He continued to give her several dozen firm spanks before
ordering her to stand up.

Missy stood. Her face was red, but she
wasn't crying. She was about to rub her bottom, but stopped abruptly when Billy
barked, “Hands on your head, young lady!” She put her hands back behind her
head.

Billy reached over and unzipped her
slacks. She inhaled sharply as he lowered them to mid thigh, but left her
panties up. “Back over my knee.”

“Oh,” she half-heartedly objected.

“Silence, girl. You have a long way to go
yet.”

Missy resumed her place over his knee.
Billy noted the soft, smooth pink flesh just below the bottom of her panties.
Pink, not yet red. She had a long way to go. Without a word, Billy gave her a
dozen more smacks to each cheek.

He paused, and asked, “Up or down?”

“Huh?”

He gave her a sharp smack on the back of
her left thigh eliciting the first of many “Owwww”s.

“I don't like to repeat myself. Up or
down?”

“Sorry, sir. I, uh, up, I guess.”

Billy grabbed her panties and pulled them
deep into the crack of her firm, round ass, baring both pinkened mounds. He
gave each cheek a firm squeeze, then resumed the spanking. Left, whack. Right,
smack. Center, whack. And repeat. Every couple of rotations, Billy gave one
thigh or the other a hard smack just to keep her attention.

As Missy's bottom grew warmer and redder,
her breath grew shorter. As expected, the spanking was proving to be a real
pain in the ass, but the smacks on her thighs really stung. Billy gave her
three hard smacks on the right cheek, then squeezed and rubbed her bottom
several times. Missy became acutely aware of the wedged panties, particularly
where they rubbed across her tingling mons.

For the first time in several minutes, her
butt cheeks unclenched. Billy took that as a good sign. He gave her six
blistering smacks, three on each thigh. Missy burst into tears.

“Stand up.”

Missy rose unsteadily. Billy helped her
up, then stood himself. He took her by the left ear, and pulled her, shuffling
along in tiny steps, over to the corner. She stood there sniffling with her
nose pressed to the wall and her hands behind her head.

Billy walked uncomfortably over to the
side table and picked up the brush. He brought it back over to Missy. He took
her hands from behind her head, and crossed her arms behind her back. He placed
the brush in her left hand. “Do not drop it.”

Billy walked back over to the night stand.
He emptied the pockets of his jeans, setting his keys, a small pocket knife,
some change, and a pair of foil wrapped condoms on the stand. He opened his
jeans, reached into his briefs and adjusted himself. It provided a small
modicum of relief. He expected to become much more uncomfortable in the next
several minutes.

He walked slowly to the bathroom. He took
a moment to drink a paper cup of cold water, then returned to his chair in the
bedroom. “Come here!”

Missy started at his command. She hurried,
as best she could with her slacks around her knees and her arms crossed behind
her back, back over to the chair. She stood in front of him and waited for the
next instruction.

Billy reached over, and lowered her
panties, noting with satisfaction that the gusset was as moist as his briefs.
He nodded, pleasantly surprised to find her trimmed, but unshaven. Although it
was exactly the reaction she wanted, Missy still blushed watching him inspect
her.

“Hand me the brush, then back over my
knee.”

Missy took a deep breath to center
herself. She exhaled slowly, handed him the brush, and took her place back over
his knee. She trembled, waiting, dreading, wanting.

Billy let her wait. The view was
magnificent, and he was in no hurry. After a full minute, he gave her the first
smack without warning. Missy screamed.

Whack! Crack! Smack!

The brush was merciless. He delivered a
dozen blazing cracks to each cheek, leaving her kicking and sobbing. Missy
tried to protect herself with her right hand, but Billy grabbed her wrist and
pulled it up behind her back. “That will be quite enough wriggling, young
lady.” He raised his right leg and crossed it over hers, pinning her into
place. Satisfied that she wasn't going anywhere, Billy resumed with a dozen
firm whacks on her thighs that left her wailing.

Billy stopped to examine his handiwork.
Missy's mounds were deep red. Several small lines and abrasions marked the
edges of the brush from several strokes. He was tempted to leave well enough
alone, but she had been quite insistent at the diner. She needed to be well
marked. Billy always tried to give a woman what she wanted. He raised the
brush, and gave her the first of twenty-five cracks right across both cheeks.

A dozen more thunderous cracks to each
cheek followed. Billy paused to peruse her purpling puppies. He had definitely
given her what she asked for. He set the brush down on the small of her back,
and gave her a moment to compose herself.

“Have you learned your lesson, young
lady?”

“Y-y-y-yes, s-s-sir,” she whimpered.

“You are going to get five more cracks.
You will ask for each of them, and thank me for them. You may ask for the
first.”

“P-please, s-sir. May I h-have the first.”

Crack!

“Owowowow! Thank you, s-sir. M-may I have
the s-s-second?”

Crack!

“Ooooooh! Th-thank y-you, huh, huh, sir.
May I have the third, s-sir?”

Billy set the brush down on the night
stand. He traced several rubescent weals with his finger. She would be well
marked in the morning, as requested. He lifted her off of his lap.

“Corner.”

“No!”

Billy picked up the brush “Do we need
another session?”

Missy opened her mouth, then shut it
without saying a word. She walked back over to the corner, and stood with her
nose to the wall sobbing, her hands behind her head, and her rosy red rear on
display for Billy's viewing pleasure. Billy thoroughly enjoyed the view for
several minutes.

Missy's corner time was as hard on Billy
as it was on her. When he couldn't take it any more, he walked up silently
behind her. The sobs were reduced to sniffles. He leaned close to ear, and
asked softly, “Have you learned your lesson, young lady?”

Missy flinched, then replied, “Yes, sir.”

Billy put his arms around her. “Are you
ready for some forgiveness?”

She leaned back against him. “Yes, sir,”
she answered, a little more enthusiastically.

He leaned down and kissed her neck. She
attempted to take hold of his head, but he warned her to keep her hands behind
her head. He licked her ear. She moaned.

Billy ran his hands up and down her sides,
then slid around and cupped her breasts. He squeezed both of them, then pinched
her nipples. Reluctantly releasing the nipples, he unbuttoned the first button
on her blouse. He kissed the other side of her neck as he undid the second
button.

He slipped his right hand into the blouse
and cupped her left breast. He found the nipple once more, and rolled it under
his thumb. His left hand slid down her side until it reached her bare thigh. It
slid around to the front. He gathered the curly hair in his hand and gave a
soft tug, before seeking out the soft folds of skin beneath. She gasped as his
middle finger sought out and found her throbbing pleasure nub, and gently
teased it.

He finished unbuttoning her blouse, and
slid it off. He cupped both breasts, and helped her step out of her slacks and
panties.

He turned her around. He reached around
her and grabbed her hot bottom with both hands. He kissed her. She opened her
mouth and let his tongue sweep inside. He released her bottom and reached up
and took her hands and placed them around his neck. Without breaking the kiss,
he lifted her up and carried her over to the bed.

Billy set her down, then freed himself
long enough to strip off his shirt, and unbutton his jeans. Missy took over and
unzipped and lowered his jeans and briefs. He stepped clear, shed his socks and
rejoined her on the bed.

He took her breasts and pressed them
together, allowing him to take both of her nipples in his mouth at the same
time. He rolled them back and forth under his tongue. Missy sighed, then yiped
as he gently nipped them.

She took his cock in her hands and stroked
him. She cupped his balls, then reached between his legs and teased his anus with one long pink french
nail. It was Billy's turn to gasp.

Missy giggled, then released him. She
reached over to the night stand and grabbed the condoms. She ripped open the
top package, and pulled out the condom. She grinned as she slid it on Billy's
waiting shaft. “I want you inside me. Now!”

“Your wish is my command. But you've been
a very naughty girl. And your punishment isn't over yet. Turn over. I want your
head down and your naughty bottom raised up. That's it.”

Billy noticed a pump bottle of skin repair
lotion on the night stand. He pumped a large glop into his hand, then rubbed it
into the crack of her ass. He placed the tip of his throbbing cock at her rear
entrance and pushed forward. There was resistance, but he managed to force the
swollen glans inside. He pushed steadily forward and slid in an inch. Missy
exhaled, relaxing, then pushed back against him. Billy met her push with a
thrust of his own, and slid all the way in.

Missy was so tight and hot. He pulled back, then slammed forward. He was
so close.

She reached underneath herself and slid a
finger inside. She rubbed herself in time to his thrusts.

She was so close.

He grabbed a handful of hair, and lifted
her head. He slapped her thigh as he drove into her. Missy yelped, then
shuddered as the climax that had been building for the last half hour washed
over her. Billy gasped, and joined her.

She set the bowl and washrag on the side
table. She turned around and wiggled her well marked ass in his face. “You
know, you could be of service again.”

“Oh, really? And how may I serve you this
afternoon, young lady?”

Instead of answering verbally, Missy
leaned over and took his flaccid penis in her mouth. Billy stirred instantly.
She swirled her tongue over it twice, then popped it back out. She took the
rising member in her left hand and stroked it gently while she ran her tongue
up and down the underside. She cupped his balls in her right hand and squeezed
gently.

Billy was almost fully erect. Missy ran
her tongue down the length of the shaft, and across his balls. He moaned,
eliciting a high pitched giggle from Missy. “You like that, don't you?” she
cooed.

“Oh, yeah. That's very nice.”

Missy swept her tongue back the other way,
and proceeded up the shaft. When she reached the top, she put him back in her
mouth, and bobbed up and down several times to ensure that he was as hard as he
was going to get.

She lifted her head clear, but continued
stroking him with her left hand. She reached over to the side table and picked
up the last of the condoms that Billy had brought. She ripped the foil packet
open with her teeth, then put the condom in her mouth. She leaned over, and
slid the condom over his turgid rod using only her mouth.

Missy clambered over him, then faced and
straddled him, and slowly impaled herself, singing softly to herself something
like “Dum-de-de-dum-de-de-dum”. When he was fully inside her, she
stopped and enjoyed the sensation of being filled. Billy reached up and
squeezed her breasts. She closed her eyes, and began posting up and down,
slowly and rhythmically to the music in her head. She continued to mouth the
words silently, but occasionally gave voice to some of the lyrics, something
about going into the city to save a horse.

She continued to post. Each time she
started down, Billy thrust upwards to meet her halfway. He rolled her nipples
back and forth, then mashed her full breasts together. He pinched the nipples.
Missy gasped, and smiled and said something about gigging frogs.

She giggled, then went back to mouthing
her lyrics. She continued steadily lifting herself up, then slamming back down.
Her breathing quickened. Billy squeezed her breasts together, did his first
abdominal crunch of the day, and licked both of her nipples.
“What? What?”

He dropped back against the pillow.
“What?”

When she didn't answer, Billy reluctantly
released his grip on her right frog, and gave her a sharp smack on her bruised
bottom. Missy yelped, then threw her head back and screamed. “Yeeeeeeeeeehaw.
Way to go, Cowboy!” Billy thrust upwards just as Missy threw her weight back,
practically doubling the heat and pressure on the top of his driving piston.
Billy threw his head back in the pillows, and came hard as well.

KC Copyright 2013; Moral rights for Ken Charles to be
identified as the author of Sex Tales From West County: Billy’s Tale asserted
worldwide (including in Great Britain in accordance with Sections 77 and 78 of
the Copyright, Designs and Patent Act of 1988)